a brilliant disaster

i've never been a deliberate writer.
i find it hard to make sense of most of my thoughts,
and shamefully it's easier to believe that with only 26 letters in the alphabet,
everything great has already been said.

i choose to believe the best out of everyone
but i'm also a realist,
an extrovert who spends too much time alone.
i have one thousand two hundred and seventeen followers on instagram,
but i have yet to meet half of them offline.

 

i talk a lot,
and think even more.
diagnosed with a bad case of philophobia,
i'm afraid of falling in love.
mother said i was a brilliant disaster,
born a delicate child who grew up liking to cause trouble.

keeping my fingers close to the flame,
I've always been scared of the dark.
i'm pretty sure monsters live under my bed
but i still nap religiously.
i have more cats than real friends,
and i like netflix way too much for my own good.

i don't know what i'm looking for in life,
but i yearn for long embraces and lines from smiling.
i'll never be perfect and neither will this blog,
and i'm still not sure who dakota rae really is..
but i'm looking forward to finding out.